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Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 7

Date: 1/11/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: Victor-Bruno, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

knob. Knowing that Cera was watching closely, she sucked as zealously as she could. Then she remembered to flicker her tongue. She felt the prostrate slave quiver as she did so. How hideous to know she was pleasing the brute! “Get more in... and suck harder,” came Cera’s order from above. Xena’s head slid down another couple of inches, almost to choking point. Then, still sucking and flickering, she began to bob her head up and down. “She’s learning,” said Flavia. “She’d better be,” said Cera. Suck... suck... suck. Don’t think about it. Bob... bob... bob. Don’t think about it. Do it a little faster. Suck a little stronger. Get it over with. Xena heard the slave uttering little moans of pleasure. His cock was beginning to jerk in her mouth. He must be approaching a climax already. Oh... oohh... would she be able to cope with it? His haunches were beginning to jerk... thus his cock thrust even further. Xena retched and heaved but managed to continue. “Ahh... a-a-aaaahhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” gasped the slave.Then he ejaculated into the back of Xena’s throat, spurting strongly. Jetting... jetting... as he jerked and jerked. Sheer revulsion made Xena pull up her head and reel away. She was choking, almost being sick. The slave continued to spurt, but now over her neck and breasts. Then it was suddenly all over. Xena slumped down on to the floor with a terrible moaning wail. She had failed... and she knew it. “Not very impressive,” remarked Flavia. “Not at all impressive,” said ... Cera. “it’s obvious that a lot more training is required yet.” “And I’m sure you’re the one to give it to her,” grinned Flavia. “You bet lam!” Cera hauled up Xena by a hank of her dark hair. Her features were distorted, rubbery, red with tears... no longer serene and classical. “That’s earned you a really good hiding,” Cera almost snarled. “Why not use a proper whip on her,” suggested Flavia. “I think it’s the kind of lesson she needs at this stage.” “A very good idea, Flavia. I’ve just the thing in a cupboard in my bedroom,” said Cera. A few minutes later, a weeping, weak-kneed, wailing-beseeching Xena was being secured to a pillar in the room. With her arms raised aloft, her wrists were corded to a convenient ringbolt in the pillar. Her back was straight and square and far less weal-marked than her buttocks, which were cruelly ravaged by a mass of criss-crossing redpurple stripes. The whip, made of black tightly-plaited leather, was all of one piece, quite thick at the grip end and tapering to pencil-slimness at the tip... where there was a small knot from which dangled three two-inch long tassels of leather. Cera ran the length of the thong through her fingers, feeling its well-oiled suppleness. Rather like a snake, she thought. There had been occasions when she herself had felt such a whip. She shuddered slightly; it was a memory she would wish to erase.Flavia pointed at Xena’s back. “I suggest you start there... and end up on that rather tender-looking bottom,” she said. ...